I was in a low spot, literally and spiritually, when I spotted a waterfall off to the side of the road. It was no Niagara – more like a very strong showerhead – but the sight of it made me pull over. I turned off my car and crossed the road toward the sound. I was fully clothed, but I stepped under the waterfall anyway.
I was spiritually thirsty. I was profoundly dehydrated. Deep in God’s creation, just me and the Lord and the living water, I was renewed.
Don’t most of us live dry lives? We go through our days on automatic, forgetting to drink deeply of the cup that is always there for us, the cup that runs over (Psalm 23:5). We don’t realize how brittle we’re becoming. If we’re not mindful – if we forget to take a drink – one hard blow could reduce us to dust.
This Lenten season, I’m going to do my best to drink from that cup – to stay hydrated in all the pain and glory and love that our Savior knew. Maybe it takes Lent to remind me how dry I am.
This message is excerpted from “Lent: A time to rehydrate” by Karen Craigo in the March 2022 Café online magazine. Today is the Third Sunday in Lent.
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